about was white,
glistening and shining; so shining
that the human eye could hardly
bear the radiance.
Dreamer of Dreams
Queen Marie of Rumania, 1915
what secret ritual have I caught you?
You stare, startled bird, from the canvas.
Your mantle of fallen stars only hints at warmth.
see coldness in your eyes, emptiness in your heart.
Your hands carry a lump, whose heat escapes
cupped palms, to spatter red at your feet.
Flanked by white bears, your escort to feasts unknown,
you wander barefoot across icy tundras under midnight stars.
Twinkling lights your way through this night which never ends.
heart is your burden?
2River View, 1_2 (Winter 1997)